Disclaimer: All of this belongs to JKR. I just get to play with it.
Note: I think that JKR said that Charlie never married but...I just felt so bad for him that I invented another character (or two) for him.
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Charlie Weasley's Greatest Secrets
He loved being the second son. His brothers looked up to him, his parents lavished attention on him. But there was never the pressure of being the first, never the pressure of going first, of going before the others. He had Bill for that. He had Bill to protect him from the world around him. He would often joke that he got all the glory without any of the pressure. But it wasn't just a joke. He loved his place as the older sibling…..but not the oldest, never the oldest. And that's why he loved his childhood. Because his family looked up to him, his brother protected him, and his parents adored him. His childhood was blessed and he loved every minute of it.
He was ten years old when he met Hagrid for the first time. At first, he was terrified of the giant and he ran and hid in his mother's apron. As he got to know Hagrid, he began to love him like family. It was Hagrid who gave him his love for dragons. It was Hagrid who taught him how misunderstood they were and how graceful and powerful and magnificent they truly could be. It was Hagrid who told him about the dragon tamers in Romania and how he wished he could join them. It was then and there that Charlie decided that he was going to Romania to raise dragons, that he was going to live with those beautiful, vindictive, cruel, and generous creatures that he'd heard about, that he'd dreamed about, the creatures that haunted him through his life, that guided him, that stayed with him forever.
He loved Hogwarts. Honestly, he did. But he preferred the outdoors. He preferred the wide open spaces and the forests. He laughs, thinking about Hogwarts, about the number of times he got caught sneaking off to the Forest to play with the baby unicorns, to talk to the centaurs, and to take care of the new creatures. He loved those woods, their mysteries, their secrets. But his dreams were still peppered with dragons, with the light that bounced off their glittering wings as they took off in magnificent flight. His dreams were interwoven with dragons and creatures and a single maiden with brilliant blue eyes and golden hair, riding on a dragon with him, laughing with him. And he knew he would meet her someday, in the dragon preserve in Romania, in the stalls with the brilliant creatures he so desperately loved.
He was told that he'd make a fair seer, but by the time he left Hogwarts, he knew he was bound for the east, to the dragon reserve. He'd secured a position as an apprentice. He'd packed his bags and was ready to enter the world he so desperately wanted to be a part of. The only problem was……his mum. Molly Weasley would not let her second son go without a fight. And she fought like a tigress for Charlie to stay closer to home. But his mother broke, finally, and she let him go. And finally, he was able to stand on his own feet. He was able to do what he'd always wanted to do. He was free for the first time in his life. And he met her….the girl he dreamed of. She was an apprentice who went to Beauxbatons….a French girl with golden hair and brilliant blue eyes, named Amelia, only a year older than he was, with muscles like iron and a small delicate figure. She was the first girl he'd taken an interest to, the first girl he'd fallen in love with and they grew to be very close.
Amelia loved him, just as much as he loved her and, as their time in the preserve grew on, they began to make plans for their future. They were going to get married, have children, move back to Scotland and create their own dragon preserve there, to live close to his family and to raise their beloved dragons. He loved her, more than he ever thought he could love anyone else. And they were blissfully happy, making their way in the world, two foreigners far away from their homes in cold, lonely Romania. But then…..that night….his world was torn away from him. One of their prized Chinese dragons was giving birth and the egg was stuck. The dragon responded only to his Amelia. And anyone who has studied dragons knows that the protective tissue surrounding a mother's egg is deadly poisonous to humans. The dragon wouldn't respond to gloved hands. She wouldn't allow any of the other handlers near her. And she wouldn't allow Amelia to wear gloves while working with her. Amelia got the baby out and died in Charlie's arms an hour later from the poison in the dragon's womb. And his world, his beautiful little world, was shattered forever.
It was his dragons that saved him after Amelia's death. They comforted him, kept him grounded and focused on something other than her, on something other than his misery and the pain of losing her. They taught him, once more, the true meaning of love, of commitment, of responsibility, and of sacrifice. After all, Amelia had died so that their greatest and most powerful dragon, so that her friend and her loving mentor wouldn't fall to a poison produced by her own traitorous body. His Amelia had sacrificed everything for the one that she loved and he……the most he could do was take care of them, was to love them and cherish them as she had. And his dragons helped. They took care of him, protected him from the horrors of the real world, and he loved them. They became the last creatures that he truly loved after Amelia died. And then…..he got the call.
He knew that trouble was brewing at home in England. But knowing and seeing were two different things. The world cup….how could they do that to the poor muggles? And in broad daylight! He had to help, do anything that he could. And then, he realized what he had to do. He joined the Order and once again, his life had purpose. He joined the Order because, maybe he couldn't save Amelia and maybe he couldn't save the world, but he could help. He could be a part of what was about to happen, of the storm that was about to break. And he could finally live up to the promise he made as a child. Because he was old enough to remember how his mother reacted to the deaths of her brothers. He was old enough to remember her pain, her misery, her sorrow, and he'd promised himself that he would protect her, that he would never let the world hurt her again. And he knew that he could protect her now, that he could help his father and keep his family and his friends safe. And he never regretted it.
He never expected Harry and Ginny to end up together. If anyone asked him, he would say that he expected Harry and Hermione to end up together and for Ron and Ginny to move on eventually. But….he never hoped that things would work out the way they did. He never thought that he would welcome both of them into the family. He laughed when Bill told him about it, when he got the invitations to their wedding, when he held his first Potter nephew. Because he was the one with the gift of foresight; he was the one who was destined to be a seer and he couldn't see the love his brother had for Hermione. He couldn't see the love shared by Ginny and Harry. He couldn't see it. And for once in his life, he was glad that he was wrong.
Fred……when Fred died, it broke him. Broke him more than any other death had. He was distraught, because he should have protected his little brother. He should have been there. He should have helped. And he didn't. He was far away, in Romania. He was far away, in his dragon shed, when his brother fought the most powerful sorcerer, when his brother lost his life for his family, when his little brother was murdered by a she-witch, the echoes of his last laugh still etched on his face. And for a while, he couldn't look in the mirror without remembering Fred. He couldn't look at himself without thinking of the brother he should have saved. Because Fred had his mother's eyes, just like Ginny, just like him, and he thought for a moment that he should have gone in his brother's place. That he should have been able to save him, that his life should have been forfeit for the mistakes that he'd made.
It was that same year, the year when all hope seemed lost, that he met Angela. Angela arrived at the dragon preserve in late August, looking for him. And when he saw her for the first time, it was like seeing Amelia again. Angela introduced herself as Amelia's little sister. She'd come to find Charlie, because Amelia had given her a letter for him just before she died. She'd come to find Charlie, to stay with him, and to remember her sister with him. Angela became his redemption, Angela and the gift she brought with her, a single dragon egg that was ready to hatch that Amelia had left to him just before she died. He and Angela spent that year working with dragon, raising him and helping it grow. It was that year that he fell in love with Angela, as completely as he'd fallen for Amelia. It was that year that Angela fell in love with him. It was the begin of the next year when he admitted he loved her, when Angela told him she'd fallen in love with him simply from her sister's stories. At long last, his dreams came true. He took Angela home to Britain, introducing her to his family, getting engaged, getting married, opening a dragon preserve in Northern Scotland with their dragons and their friends. The year Harry and Ginny got married, Angela gave birth to their first child, a girl who they named Amelia. And when Charlie Weasley held his daughter for the first time at his little sister's wedding, he knew that his life was finally full, finally complete.
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